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Conversation was all over the place, from cover stories in the copies of Concealed Carry Tam brought to pass out to Don's experienced judgement of the food ("Creole, not Cajun -- Cajun uses more tarragon and less pepper.") and Old Grouch's find of a perfectly wonderful Halloween event at the Old Centrum: silent movies! First-rate ones! With a real pipe organ! Johanna mentioned her latest writing projects, Kerry his search for a good "starter" ham HF transceiver (I'm at a loss; based on front-panel layout and user reports, I think highly of Icom -- their 718 looks nice -- but as a dedicated boatanchorist, I have no experience with anything more recent than the Ten-Tec "Scout!") and it was, all-in-all, a fine old time.
--The entree menu changes daily but I unreservedly recommend the sea-salt brownies, an extravagance of chocolate verging on heavyweight devil's food cake.
I rode the mini-highwheel (in newsboy cap, double-breasted peajacket, jeans rolled up to just below my knees and fluorescent-yellow knee socks, 'cos if you're gonna, why stop half-way?). About midway through our gathering, a passer-by showed up, wanting to know whose bike it was and offering his compliments! Despite being a lot of work to ride -- direct-driving a 28" wheel is not as easy as it sounds -- it's a lot of fun, too.
At last, I have captured the essence of Tam in a photo: